The Game - Heavy Artillery (Remix) lyrics

[Hook x2] Underground We (x4) the future I dispose all your co-sh** 50 shots lying in your way like.. Ima put you down [Verse 1: Eminem] They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it sh**, basically they're just playing sick They ain't sh**, they ain't saying sh**, spray em 50 A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into f**ing mayhem, you staying with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I getting through to you? You know what's coming, you motherf**ers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f** do you got? You got the realest and illest k**ers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap sh**, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot sh** what you know about d**h threats, cause I get a lot [Hook x2] Underground We (x4) the future I dispose all your co-sh** 50 shots lying in your way like.. Ima put you down [Verse 2: DMX] What they don't know is! The bullsh**, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (uhh!) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the d** (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!) The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!) The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!) Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!) The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!) The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (whoo!) The snakes, the gra**, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!) The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!) [Hook x2] Underground We (x4) the future I dispose all your co-sh** 50 shots lying in your way like.. Ima put you down [Verse 3: Game] G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin' Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin' Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth And A b**h With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL Just Trying To f** Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My f**ing Chain Don't Be Mad Cuz Your b**h Chose Buck And Game You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West